unconnected stuff I thougt to post.

This morning I am doing standard house stuff. Laundry, trash, dishes. Dishes ah, the dishes, doing the dishes is quite possibly the thing I like least in the world. I would rather have the flu than do dishes. There is no great back-story here I just hate doing the dishes. Laundry, windows, vacuuming none of that crap bugs me but the dishes just suck. I have the first part of the day to myself so its time to catch up on the house work that gets avoided during the week. This afternoon Gary, and I are gonna get a ride in. Tony said he might tag along. I hope he shows. Tony hasn’t been on any rides since he got back from Iraq. Tony, for those of you who aren’t privy to my small world, is my business partner and with Dean we own the bike shop. Dean is in Afghanistan now I think. He doesn’t communicate much so you never really know where he is. My cat Keno (keek, stink, pets here have names like characters in Russian novels, five or six names for each.) caught a mouse today that was really impressive. If I lived in the city I would have called it a rat but it really was just a giant field mouse. The most important thing here is that he inhaled that mouse. Poof! It was just gone. Something to think about when he is attacking my head at four in the morning to wake me.

Lately I’ve been forced to do a lot of writing. I’ve noticed several things in the process.

1. I love writing.

2. I hate all of the stuff I’ve written. Everything needs about a dozen re-writes.

3. OH and I use “I” WAY to much.

4. Short sentences, I like short sentences.

5. Sentence fragments are my friend.

So what to do? Obviously keep writing. I need to either make my writing read more like my speech or make my speech sound more like my writing. Probably both.

Alright enough whining! My life is really pretty damned great. I have a business that I love no money mind you, but a fucking great job. The dogs are beyond happy. My farm is a blast. Tearing out new growth saplings that have sprung up in the last few years is ridiculously therapeutic. We started riding/training again. Sorry to be so unnervingly positive but hell I’m going with it. No doubt it will subside soon enough. Things are going really well lately so it begs the question what’s gonna happen? Meteor shower? Russian mob? Another republican presidency?

Portishead selling bras!?
i just heard the song "All Mine" used in a Victoria's Secret ad. I really don't know what to think about that.

The fullscreen/widescreen rant. Ok does anyone really like fullscreen movies? Losing a full third of the image sucks. While I'm here typing and not doing the dishes I have the tv on. "In the line of fire" is on and it is fullscreen. So far every time I check the screen they are doing that fast pan thing they do when the character you are supposed to be following leaves the piece of the screen they are showing. It just bugs the crap out of me. Yeah yeah I know. Look it's my blog and so far as I know only about 8 people have ever looked at the thing. This really is more of a cathartic thought vomit space for me anyway. While were at it why is it that no one ever leaves a comment? I'm off to avoid doing the dishes in new and exciting ways!

Later,
Sam